‘The Sad Poem Romance and Dance’ is an artistic poem exploring deep values and meanings. To be honest, this is just the beginning, so not sure where it will lead us, or which island we will be thrown to make a self-discovery.
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A Lonely Island to Touch: Is It Too Much?
An island it was so vast for me,
Though it was least to say that small!
When I found myself alone,
Even a hundred meters sounded difficult!
The fear I had,
The anxieties to face,
The lace of my corset
So tight and it was difficult to breath;
Where must I fall, where must I find,
The bigger question, will I find?
But a happier side of my tight laces
I found quite bright; the glory was also
To find the true loneliness,
To test myself, my character,
My will, my muscles, my bravest ounce,
And to discover the real me?
Who am I?
Was the island too small or me too small?
Were my leaps small or big?
Was my fear good or bad, or do I need to fear?
The questions are too many to write or answer,
But A Lonely Island to Touch: Is It Too Much?
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Sad poems can be also seen as a fragment of memory or a piece of life. It has all elements of life and death, fall and rise, dance and romance, evil and good, and so on.
However, one thing is sure, a poem on sadness hardly fails.
Why one would even say so?
Well! It is somewhat hard to comment on. There is no clarity and it is difficult to explain too. But the artistic narration in a sad poem is bound to linger and play with mood, even providing motivation in experiencing pain to see the world with a different view and finding humanity in those borrowed glimpses.
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I’m a Princess: Sad Poetry
I am a princess,
I will wear a gorgeous
Princess Ball Gown Wedding Dress
To the hall dance and there will be many
Who to look for some lofty kisses
And hidden smiles.
I might also find my prince,
But I am not too sure
What exactly I look for?
I am a princess,
I must secretly confess, my dress.
The material feels so nice to me,
The hemlines perfectly sewn,
And the lavish colors
To look awesome and expensive.
Too too vivid, with soft yellowish shades
And I love it so much
Like any lady in my kingdom
Poor or rich. My lovely dress you bewitch
Me to near perfection,
I would be a sensation;
The heads would turn around
When the sparkles of red outshine the red ring stones;
There will be fumes, there will be many butterflies,
There will be praises, and then there will be some
To say, she’s a princess!
But will that be true happiness,
It is a kingdom, but no poor will arrive in the hall,
I suspect,
There would be more painted faces than real ones
In the hall.
Yes, my dress, I know, you don’t like that,
But say I must, with a closed fist,
Is it not true, you were made so expensive
To keep poor out, not even a glimpse admired:
The store lady be fired
If were to not save you from dust?